Dominic, four years ago today you became my Godson.
Most people remember their birthdays, but few recall the day they were baptised.*
For cradle Catholics, the excuse is that we were baptised when we were infants.
But you have no excuse not to know the date, because I remember.
I admit, I only remember because I have technological assistance – EXIF information on photos from your baptism. I have transferred the date to Google Calendar. So, no excuse for me to forget either.
I have to admit something else: I’m not entirely clear about my role.
On paper, in theory, I am supposed to assist in your spiritual development.
How to do this? That’s another story.
If I follow the example of my Godparents, then you will get better gifts than your brothers for Christmas and birthdays.
Surely it has to go beyond this, especially as you become more aware of the world around you.
Perhaps it can start with seeing you more often. And chatting with you. And listening to you. And playing with you. (Double-take. Yes, some of you are probably pondering, “Is Kenneth able to… play?” Hmmm…)
After all, if I don’t have a relationship with you, then I am not worthy of being called Godpa.
I will try my best to journey with you as you grow up. That’s the least that I can do.
Be good! :)
My favourite photo of Dominic. Can’t help him to fly anymore – he’s too big!
* Reminder to self – find out when I was baptised. I have a vague notion it was January 1978.






